BloodHill Pines | Horror | Ishman

chapter 12

9 months later

Ishan was sprinting through the corridor, his shoes pounding against the floor in a frantic rhythm. His hair was disheveled, and his clothes were wrinkled, suggesting that he had been in a hurry and hadn't even spared time to tidy up.

He finally arrived at the room he was looking for. Taking a deep breath, he grasped the doorknob, turned it, and pushed the door open.

As he entered the room and saw the sight before him, his eyes filled with unspilled tears. There, sitting on the bed, was Shubman, awake and alert, surrounded by their friends and family. The atmosphere was filled with palpable joy and relief.

Upon seeing Ishan, Shubman's face broke into a warm smile tinged with relief and joy. When Ishan rushed forward and crashed into him in a tight embrace, Shubman wrapped his arms around him, reciprocating the hug with an equally affectionate grip.

As they held each other tightly, their embrace filled with emotion, Ishan whispered, his voice trembling with relief and love. "You're awake... Oh, god, you're finally awake. I was so worried..."

Shubman chuckled softly, his voice a little hoarse from disuse. "Well, you should have seen yourself. You look like a mess, Ishan. Running around the hospital like a madman with your hair all over the face."

Ishan couldn't help but laugh at Shubman's remark. He pulled back slightly, his cheeks flushed with a mix of relief and embarrassment. "What can I say? The thought of losing you made me go a bit crazy."

Shubman's expression softened as he reached up to ruffle Ishan's messy hair playfully. "I'm not going anywhere, you worrywart. I'm right here, as annoying as ever."

"I'm sorry it was my fault" ishan said still hugging shubham

Shubman pulled Ishan closer, their embrace remaining tight as ever. He shook his head slightly and spoke in a gentle tone, "Ishan, don't blame yourself. It wasn't your fault, okay? Forget about the past. I'm awake now, and that's all that matters."

Shubman leaned down and tenderly kissed Ishan's forehead, his lips warm and gentle against his skin. It was a gesture of reassurance, a silent message conveying that everything would be okay now.

The friends and family left the room, giving Shubman and Ishan some privacy. They knew that the couple deserved this moment together, a chance to be alone after the rollercoaster of emotions they had experienced.

As the door closed behind their loved ones, Shubman and Ishan were left in the room, enveloped in a cocoon of solitude. Shubman loosened his grip on Ishan, allowing them to sit comfortably beside each other on the bed.

Ishan looked at Shubman, his eyes filled with raw emotions. "You have no idea how much I missed you," he whispered, his voice quivering slightly. "Every moment, every second, I missed you so damn much. It felt like my world was falling apart without you."

Shubman reached out and took Ishan's hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze. "I missed you too, Ishan," he said softly. "Lying there in the coma, it was like being trapped in a void. I could hear the voices around me, but I couldn't respond. I longed for the moment I would wake up and see your face again."

Ishan's grip on Shubman's hand tightened,
Shubman smiled fondly and, in a swift yet gentle movement, pulled Ishan closer. The space between them diminished, and Shubman leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss against Ishan's lips.

The touch was filled with unspoken emotions, a silent communication of love, relief, and reassurance. It felt like a long-awaited reunion, a promise of a shared future together.

Ishan melted into the kiss, his body relaxing against Shubman's. His hand came up to cup the side of Shubman's face. There was a sense of completeness, as if all the chaos and worry from the past had vanished, leaving only this moment of tranquility together.

They broke the kiss, but remained close, their foreheads touching. Ishan's eyes were closed, his expression calm and content. Shubman raised his hand to brush a strand of hair away from Ishan's forehead, his touch lingering gently.

Shubman looked into Ishan's eyes, his gaze filled with unwavering determination. "You know what, Ishan," he said, his voice steady. "Everything will be okay. The past is done, and we've got a future ahead of us."

Ishan smiled and nodded.

So everything will be fine right?

Life gradually returned to a semblance of normalcy, but the scars of the Bloodhill Forest continued to linger in their minds and spirits. The 8 of them occasionally found themselves plagued by memories, nightmares, and a subtle sense of dread that seemed to cling to them like a shadow.

The horrors they had endured in the forest were not easily forgotten, and the psychological impact of their experience continued to affect them in unexpected ways.

Despite the lingering shadows of their ordeal, they chose to press on with their lives. They made efforts to move forward, to rebuild the life they had together and create new memories. And while the memories of the Bloodhill Forest would never fully disappear, they refused to let it define their future entirely.

Meanwhile The devil, relentless in its thirst for human suffering, continued to lure unsuspecting victims into the Bloodhill Forest. The curse remained unbroken, and the area continued to be a sinister hunting ground for the malevolent force. People who stumbled upon the forest, unknowingly stepping into the devil's trap, found themselves ensnared in its grip, falling prey to the darkness.

As years passed, The forest, with its rich history of bloodshed, became synonymous with fear and dread, whispered about in hushed tones like a dark legend.

The end?

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